Her Woodland Fort

Sand castles and building a woodland fort,

No longer the little girl he once knew.

Avoiding was his favorite kind of sport,

She moved on, no longer little girl blue.

New thoughts, dreams ran around and ‘round her mind,

He knew none, cared not, lived his life without.

“Father dearest”, out of reach, not unkind,

Out grown her fort, no need for a hideout.  

-Jess 

☂Monopoly

Taking me over one house at a time,
Set up camp in all the spaces I want,
I land on your territory and have to pay up,
Money is not what I can offer,
My heart is what the bank holds.
You win the game,
I am forever in the jail,
I am happy there so don't,
Bother looking for the "get out of jail free"
In the confinements of your heart I am forever to be.



it's a little cheesy but I like it:P

yours,
a dancer.

Looking to like

I notice him there looking right through me,
I do not exist, there is no point to,
My trifle attempts to help you to see,
Feelings unnoticed only grew and grew.
Not knowing you truly saw it,
Submersed thoughts buried deep under the earth,
Our secrets are unravelled, truth we admit,
Relinquish the yearning, give way to mirth.
Keep moving, not rushed, with a little heed,
You burst with amusing spontaneity,
Caution not to motivate the heart to bleed,
Not to be fixed by worshipped deity.
Happiness no longer far from our reach,
The "I love you" not a figure of speech.

yours,
a dancer.

☂snow snow go away...never come back any other day

spring 

almost here

where did you go?

I could feel you coming

then you ran away so fast I caught only a glimpse. 

the rain came,

turned into snow,

and snow has not gone since,

it stays still,

taunting me,

teasing me,

come back,

i am mad at you,

but once you come back

i will forgive you.

yours,

a dancer.

☂my poem

The Observer Sitting in the dark With a blank face stareing out Onto the world revolving. This poem was written by me!

yours,

a dancer.

☂a great poem

I think that this poem is the most true thing that ever was written: Psyche with the candle Love which is the most difficult mystery Asking from every young one answers And most from those most eager and most beautiful- Love is a bird in a fist: To hold it hides it, to look at it lets it go. It will twist loose if you lift so much as a finger. It will stay if you cover it - stay but unknown and invisible. Either you keep it forever with fist closed Or let it fling, singing in fervor of sun and in song vanish. There is no answer other to this mystery. -Archibald MacLeish Another great poem is The Highwayman but I am not willing to write it all out to you because it is eightteen quatrains long! So look it up on the internet!

yours,

a dancer.

☂My Favorite Poem!

Don't Quit Don't quit when the tide is lowest, For it's just about to turn; Don't quit over doubts and questions, For there's something you may learn. Don't quit when the night is darkest, For it's just a while 'til dawn; Don't quit when you've run the farthest, For the race is almost won. Don't quit when the hill is steepest, For your goal is almost nigh; Don't quit, for you're not a failure Until you fail to try. -Jill Wolf

yours,

a dancer